You Can Find Me Where The Sea Pours Into The Stars

Lion El’Jonson - I

This is not a duty he expected to have to perform, nor is it one he was interested in - but he isn’t stupid. He’s seen and understood life among the nobles and court, and if this is what father expects of him so be it. 

His expectations of you are very high, if you’re to be shared property between every primarch you had best be fit for the duty, but in turn he treats you well and defends you from all angles of attack, even his brothers if he deems their actions unfit. 

That is to say though, if you get him to properly warm up to you over time then you can expect him to make sure he’s setting aside time to properly indulge you. You go from getting princess and her stoic knight treatment to queen and her ravenous champion treatment. 

He absolutely ends up in a heated rivalry with Leman for marking and scenting you.

Fulgrim - III

He’s got wife experience, but he’s never been one to share… So he’ll just have to be the best of the bunch to earn your favour.

Very big on monopolising your time, lavishing you with expensive gifts and outings amongst the stars. Every week scheduled with you is packed with perfection, he even coaches his sons who are more than confused by the arrangement to  act perfectly towards you.

It becomes a mission to woo you and win your affection as the best husband that the whole legion gets involved in, always praising their father around you, acting beyond courteous how they never would with a baseline prior. 

Asks you questions about your time with the other primarchs, not to spy on them but to garner information on who your favourites are and what they’ve been doing with you so he can assuredly be the best.

He ends up becoming your go to when you need someone to gossip with and have a ‘girls night’, and is the best to go to for pampering and spoiling in luxury.

Perturabo - IV

Fantastic, another useless and demeaning task to attend to.

A wife.

As if his valuable time could not be better spent anywhere else.

He views the whole thing as a nightmare he has to endure, and has no problem letting you know this and gritting his teeth about the whole thing…. right up until you end up showing an actual interest in his work and life. 

This is… tolerable from you. 

Eventually he ends up winding your approval to be sort of the Emperor’s approval since you’ve been assigned by him, and this makes it acceptable to win you over with romantic gestures - or something along that line of mental gymnastics he has to placate himself with in order to justify the fact he’s beginning to like you.

He winds up making you beautiful and intricate things like music boxes and carved mirrors just to watch your face light up and becomes exceptionally moody when it’s not his wife time, and heaven help the poor soul who brings up you’re with Dorn right now.

Jaghatai Khan - V

He’s more used to the idea of one man being tended to by multiple women, but he supposes that cultures vary among the galaxy, and wonders if it was an idea from his father’s heritage he’ll never know.

Pretty open minded going into it, and if you go with his flow you’ll end up having a great time and the freedom to do what you like under his care.

Surprisingly slows down to get to know you properly, and wants to actually understand you as a person first. This leads to some thoughtful dates that tend to be centred around talking together, like stargazing, teaching you to ride a horse etc.

He’s actually the first among his brothers to suggest sharing time together, and organises for a lunch between you, himself and Magnus - which ends up being a great success.

Leman Russ - VI

Things in the pack are often communal, not so much mates but he’s not overly concerned as long as you can keep up with him and whatever activity he has planned.

Definitely one to annoy his brothers the most by making sure you’re thoroughly scented by him - that is to say, went back reeking of dog.

In the same vein as Fulgrim it's treated as a competition rather than shared duty, so prepare for the pelts of giant beasts hunted in your honour and trinkets of conquered worlds. Constantly boasts about how he must be your favourite (whether its true or not) and is very vocal about everything he does with you.

The rivalry with Lion is a sore point and if anyone asks he has definitely not begged Guilliman to schedule it so he has you right before Lion’s turn. Definitely not. 

Rogal Dorn - VII

What did anyone expect him to do with this… wife?

He isn’t sure and his communication requests for clarification went unanswered repeatedly, and there was no direct meeting between himself and his father before his ‘turn’ came, and he figures that the best plan of action is to play it safe.

Ensure you are fed, kept at a comfortable ambient temperature, and that no harm comes to you.

Perhaps, perhaps he will arrange a meeting with you. 

Just to meet you, of course. It would be vastly unbecoming if he could not pick out his wife in a line up, let alone a crowd. 

He’s very awkward and uncertain in the meeting but he finds himself liking your company and endeavours to spend more time with you. It didn’t go as badly as he’d have thought but he would still like a manual or instruction set.

Perhaps he should ask Guilliman if he’s written one for you yet.

Konrad Curze - VIII

The first time you meet he tries his hardest to scare you off - greeting you by jumping down from the ceiling, keeping you in almost complete darkness and then his attempt at the most miserable tarot reading session. 

Until every card draws good fortune and a closening bond.

He draws the deck again - same result.

Then cleanses the cards. Then burns them. And the deck after.

He’d have kept going if you hadn’t started telling him off, but the shock of it just made him stop (and Sevetar throw a fit), and then you just stayed. 

You stayed by his miserable side and when he found he did not detest your company, you suddenly had quite the clingy bat who was always reluctant and cagey to let you leave when his time with you is up.

It does cause a few issues when you start getting a large shadow stalking you and odd ‘gifts’ during your time with other primarchs, but he cheers up when you see him next.

Sanguinius - IX

Sanguinius is definitely the most nervous of everyone.

From his son’s affliction that could most certainly hurt you, to his feelings about his wings setting him apart and position within society, having someone else get close to him in such a manner that isn’t a brother, isn’t a primarch like him is an anxious affair that he has to smother under the smile of an angel.

So he plays the part he’s meant to play, perfect dates, garden walks, gifted finery and perfumes that cost more than some planets but the whole time he is internally a nervous wreck. His heart pounds and jitters, and when his brothers see him like that they think it’s because he’s fallen for you deeply.

Then it happens, you come in close to embrace him and his panic lurches for the briefest moment before he can control it and wings flare in response - smacking you across the face. He recoils in horror and has to lunge to catch you as the sheer force of the blow sends you flying, but to his utter shock and dismay you’re giggling. 

He’s just hit you and you’re laughing?

Apothecaries are called with his fear increasing as you’re bent double in hysterics, looking at him adoringly and holding yourself up on him as his dismay only grows for the clearly severe brain damage he has caused.

“You know, you don’t have to be perfect for me? This is my perfect.”

He’s not convinced, if anything he’s more convinced of serious injury, but once you’re cleared by the apothecaries you finally manage to corner him alone and convince him that the real him is enough for you. 

It’s a long road to relearning each other but it makes you all the closer.

Ferrus Manus - X

He doesn't particularly care about the matter either way, but he just doesn’t get the point. Maybe for some of his more flamboyant brothers you would be a nice shared reward, but there was no need to get everyone involved - he had precisely zero interest in the affair.

Until Fulgrim decides to get involved, because he refuses to let his favourite brother fall to the bottom of the hypothetical list of your favourites. 

So you end up with set up dates between the two of you, not anywhere near as grand as the ones between yourself and Fulgrim, but gorgeous none the less. They’re entirely awkward until one dinner where Ferrus is roughly stabbing at his food as you try to tentatively question him.

“I’d rather be in my workshop than here.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Queue Ferrus rebooting.

What?

In a sort of stunned daze he takes you, and you both end up having an enjoyable time in his workshop while he teaches you the basics and you get to actually be hands on and have fun rather than just simply being doted on. 

Angron - XII

It is his belief that this is the stupidest idea his father has ever had. He might quite possibly be right, which is saying something.

Your first meeting is pretty disastrous, because in comparison to him, you are a pretty, breakable, little thing that he is under explicit orders not to break. It makes him consistently perturbed when you try and get close to him and he finds excuse after excuse to keep you far away from him and even further from his sons.

But you are nothing if not persistent.

Managing to eventually corner him vaguely alone is a monumental challenge to be applauded for, but even harder is the part that comes next - showing him that its worth it to be part of his life. Proving to him that the good is worth the agony of resistance.

If you manage to do so you’ll find yourself loved not delicately, like a glass ready to shatter, but wholeheartedly, where he will hold you crushingly close to his heart because he cannot bare to lose you.

Roboute Guilliman - XIII

In the meeting where they are told he reacts very practically, ever ready to organise and mediate such things, and immediately offers to schedule for everyone taking into account ground based missions, time on Terra, campaigning and much more.

Initially this is as a purely logistical exercise, but after a few relaxing dates where he genuinely enjoys himself with you he ends up rescheduling to have the most time with you and no one ever suspects him of this. 

He also ends up setting the most fantastic time with you, having anticipated your needs based on the brothers before and after him as to whether you need a relaxing spa retreat and time lounging in his arms or if you’d prefer something with intimate romance or wild adventure. With the sheer number of planets under his jurisdiction also he is both capable and willing to indulge your whims when it comes to acquiring things from far and wide to your taste.

Mortarion - XIV

His own loathing makes the idea utterly repulsive - you’re telling him that one month you’ll be cared for by Sanguinius and his perfect angels then the next you’ll be stuck with him?

What a wretched fate you’ve landed yourself to be torn apart between hounds and hellions.

He steels his resolve to do the utter bare minimum required of him and leave you to his brothers - except every time he meets you he falls for you more and more. The smallness and softness of you compared to him, the way you are actually meant to be his (in part at least), that you are a gift of recognition from his father. 

You are sweet where he is bitter.

It makes him clam up and becomes nervous to think about, because he’s treated you coldly until now, but he tries doing little things for you that he hopes you notice. Things to make your rooms more comfortable, to make your stay nicer, even a bouquet of flowers in your room for your arrival after he spent hours working up the nerve to do so.

Magnus the Red - XV

He’s intrigued by the prospect, and initially spends a lot of time before meeting you researching, which brings him down a rabbit hole of reading into different courtships across the galaxy and wondering which would be the most effective. Then he spends time grilling each of his brothers on which technique they’ll be using to varying degrees of success - but mostly failure.

This leads him to the idea that he should just try as many as he can to observe and record your reaction to them. 

It ends up being really funny and enjoyable watching him try out different things with you and performing various mating rituals. Your favourite is when he did a ‘mating dance’ in a revealing outfit to outline his muscles and tried to get Sanguinius to join in, much to his horror.

Horus Lupercal - XVI

It’s not quite the political marriage he had in mind, but he’s not one to squander or fail to adapt to the circumstance at hand - he’ll show his ‘younger’ brothers how it’s done and make sure your standards are higher than his ego is large.

Grandeur is the name of the game, and it's his time to effortlessly prove why of all your husbands he is named the Warmaster. Meticulously planned displays of wealth, declarations of love and live demonstrations of his sheer strength designed to prove he’s a set about the rest.

The Mournival also gets involved, under strict orders to uphold the highest of standards across the board and make sure every Luna Wolf is obeying also, plus, they make great messenger boys for his never ending supply of gifts, letters and treats while you’re away from him in order to remind you while you’re parted.

Guilliman’s best laid plans are occasionally waylaid as he abuses his power to send his brothers away to different battles and areas of the campaign when he feels threatened and wants to disrupt your plans with them.

Lorgar Aurelian - XVII

He believes you to be utterly divine - quite literally a wife sent for him from God.

You have a temple and several pieces of literature before you’ve ever met and every member of his legion is briefed on how they should behave towards you far in advance. 

By and far the most overwhelming experience when people stop to kneel, pray and praise you every time you even so much as walk down a corridor, but it’s something you learn to take in stride as he treats you like a goddess made flesh.

Every time you meet is an escalation of behavior, where you come back and he’s had a palanquin constructed so that your feet might never need to touch the floor again in his care, or if you prefer, he will drop everything to carry you around - in fact he’d like it much better that way.

He tries to convince his brothers of this divine truth to limited effect, but quite a few take to the idea of carrying you around more often.

Vulkan - XVIII

The Lord of the Drakes is quite possibly the most relaxed about the whole situation, deciding to become a safe space for you to relax and unwind. Figuring his brothers would all be going overboard and the best thing to be for you would be calm and simple.

He teaches you about Nocturne's culture and listens to you in turn, becoming a confidential shoulder to lean on when you need to rant about the stupid things the other primarch would do from time to time, or if you just needed space from the galaxy at large - he was there for you. Based on this he’s also the first to nudge some of his brothers in the right direction when desperately needed.

This isn’t to say he doesn’t win you over in his own, less showy, way too. He’ll give you phenomenally crafted gifts but behind closed doors and he’ll take care of your every need without having to compete because he’s secure in himself beside you.

Corvus Corax - XIX

He spends a long time observing you from the shadows to pass his judgement on you long before you’re ever scheduled to meet, and is quite impartial and impassive towards you to start. There is trust in his father’s judgement, but hesitation in the execution - this reward was not something he asked for or wanted, but rather imposed upon him and his seclusion.

This means it ends up being his sons and serfs you interact with first, and seeing how you treat people when supposedly no one is watching is what ends up endearing you to him. You have status and power, yet you don’t exploit it. It was a rarity in this galaxy and he intended to treasure it, which is why you start receiving treasures in turn. 

And also why you sometimes go missing from your time with other primarchs - causing mass panic every single time. He just needs to steal you away to a little nest sometimes, is that such a crime? Yes, yes it is, if you as Konrad at least.

Alpharius/Omegon - X

What a wonderful idea!

They’ve just been hand gifted the perfect, if incidental, spy into their brother’s personal lives and legions.

Every gift has a listening device, every meeting an ulterior motive, but to you it simply feels as though he’s very attentive and caring to every detail of your life.

Slowly but surely though, they each start falling for you and it becomes the messiest dynamic when each brother thinks the opposite and that they have to hide their feelings from each other for the first time. It actually causes one of them to slip up for the first time and have an emergency crisis meeting to ‘manage expectations’ towards you, which is actually code for planning multiple ways to remove you from their brothers with body doubles, fake deaths and more until they find a way to make you theirs and theirs alone.

Bonus: The Emperor

He demands scheduled time with you, and everyone thinks it’s a tactical move where you report back to him but in reality he was made to be a girl dad and that’s the real reason he gave his sons a wife. Sure there’s gossip, but that’s just because he knows all the best tea - not you, oh the perks of telepathy.

Don't question the magenta blueberry

I wanted to play with extreme color contrasts. it just ended up very pink as pink and purple are the colors I associate the most with the warp

I play Warframe a lot, This is what you are is a pretty infamous theme for reasons I won't get into but idk I had a vision and may or may not have achieved it I dunno

“I cannot simply- you are not a worm.”

Now it’s your turn to scowl, “No, I’m obviously not a worm.”

“Why would you ask me that then?”

“Because what if I turn into a worm?”

He blinks slowly, then says with the greatest possible certainty, “I would turn you back.”

“Would you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “I thought you’d like me as a worm.”

“Perhaps I would, if it would end this conversation.”

Snickering, you tap the desk, “Seriously, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

“Do I get a prize if I say yes?”

“I’ll think about it,” you bat your eyelashes innocently.

The Emperor thinks, leaning backwards in his chair, “So… in this scenario, you are a worm.”

“Yes.”

“Were you turned into one, or have you always been a worm?”

“I suppose I was turned into one.”

“So I loved you as a person first, then?”

You squint, “...yes.”

“And I am not allowed to turn you back into a person, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Would you… eventually turn back into a person when the circumstances wear off?”

“Maybe,” you kick your feet, feeling how solid the wood is, “Maybe not. I could be a worm forever.”

“I doubt you would be a worm forever.”

“I could be.”

“Not if I am involved, you would not be.”

“So you wouldn’t love me as a worm?” you give him your best puppy dog eyes, attempting to look as sad as possible.

The Emperor’s face draws into a scowl, “I did not say that.”

“You basically did, just now. I can’t believe this. Scorned by the Emperor himself– how will worm me survive?” dramatically, you place a hand over your heart, and a hand on your forehead as you pretend to faint onto the desk. 

“...you would survive as a worm,” is the grumbled response from the man in front of you.

Sniffling, you ask, “But how do you know?”

Your lover rolls his eyes and exhales just as dramatically, “I would not allow otherwise.”

That perks you right up like a daisy getting rain, and you beam, “Aw, really?”

“Yes.”

“So what you’re saying is…” you start to lead him into the sentence.

The Emperor, for once, looks moderately defeated as he relents, “Yes, I would love you as a worm.”

Giggling, you get up to go press a kiss to his cheek, which he happily leans into. Before you can go sit down, however, he stops you.

Then he grins and asks, “But would you love me if I were a worm?”

“Yes,” you say, with no hesitation or time to think about it, “I absolutely would. I would carry you around in a little terrarium.”

A sense of dread crawls up your spine as he grins at you, teeth glinting in the light, “Oh, really?”

You nod, and then he nods back.

“Duly noted,” he says.

Then promptly turns into a worm.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

Frantically, you reach out and catch his little worm body, gently cradling him in your palm. Admittedly, his worm self is still around the size of a garter snake, and can easily wrap around your forearm if he tried. Predictably, he still has his hair, and the golden laurels that rest on it.

“Now, how are those staying on with no ears?” you ask him, a little bit dumbfounded.

The Wormperor’s “head” moves to look up at you. 

They stay on the same way I turned into this form. By my will.

“Oh, but you can still talk?”

Yes.

“I wouldn’t be able to talk if I were a worm.”

That’s because you aren’t the Emperor, are you?

Well, he had you there.

“I guess I ought to find you a terrarium then, shouldn’t I?”

The Wormperor is silent, but you take that as an affirmative. You do not want to be spritzing him with water all day.

…

That is not an appropriate container.

“What are you considering appropriate?” You grouch, combing through the jars in your collection, “You’ve rejected all of them so far and– and how are you even seeing these? You have no eyes!”

I can see just fine.

“Sure you can.” You point to a jar that’s been stained the shade of piss, “What color is this one?”

Purple is the very confident answer.

“It’s yellow.”

No it isn’t.

“Yes it is, do not gaslight me.”

It’s purple.

“Yellow,” you grumble, turning back to look through the shelves.

Purple.

A scowl, “Yellow.”

Purple.

Fully frustrated, you snap, “Yellow.”

Yellow.

“Purple! Aw, dammit!” you point at him, “Stop! You’re being exceedingly difficult right now.”

You still love me though.

“I do, but you’re upsetting me.”

I’d bat my eyes if I had them.

A bark of laughter escapes you, “So you can’t see.”

There’s humor in his tone, Yes I can.

You give up after that.

Eventually, the two of you settle on a cute jar that can be closed, but is a reasonable weight so your arms won’t be dying by the end of it all.

Malcador sees the situation and pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he tries to stave off a headache.

“I see you two have gotten yourselves into a situation. Again.”

You laugh, “Nonsense, the only one in a situation is this guy.”

Hello, Malcador. Greets the Wormperor.

Malcador looks extremely tired, “This is not real.”

It is real.

“I wish it were not. You have meetings to attend today.”

There are always meetings.

“Correct, and yet, here we are. And you are going to be late to the first of them.”

You’re about to butt in when Malcador suggests that you can come along and simply pass on the word of the Emperor because he must be “too busy” to carve out time in his schedule to go to some meeting with a group of annoying nobles. (You use the word annoying– Malcador uses a much stronger adjective). 

Which leads to you sitting at a table with a group of noblemen who are extremely upset that the Emperor could not make it.

“Please, kind sirs, I assure you that I am most capable of-”

“We were meant to meet with the Emperor.”

You sigh, “As I said, he could not attend, and I was sent in his place.”

The man continues yapping on, and you hear Wormperor pipe up in your mind.

I do believe that one muttonchop is shaved higher than the other.

And by god he was right, as you stare at the facial hair of the man in front of you. He’s fully ranting and raving about whatever the issue is, but you’re too busy being fascinated by the mutton chops to actually listen to what he wants to talk about.

“Are you even listening?” he snaps, spit flying over the table.

You blink slowly, and then lean in, “I think you need to shave more evenly. It makes you look like you fell over while in the middle of the process.”

The Wormperor laughs, and the man turns tomato red with embarrassment and anger.

It’s after that that Malcador promptly disallows you from being in any more meetings for the day. In your defense, you probably shouldn’t have been in there to begin with– goodness only knows you were never terribly good with nobles in the first place.

“Where to now?” you ask the open air– although the terrarium is slung by your side.

To the gardens– I hunger for fresh air.

The gardens are beautiful as always, with fragrant flowers of long dead species blooming in the soft light of the afternoon. Faintly, you wish that the worm beside you was actually strolling along the path with you. 

I am strolling with you.

“Don’t read my private thoughts. It’s considered rude, you know.”

…I doubt that. There are few who can manage reading minds in the first place.

He would know that, wouldn’t he?

“I bet you wrote the rulebook, if there is one.”

There isn’t.

“There should be, then. And make that rule one: don’t read private thoughts.”

Would all thoughts not be considered private?

“I’m going to leave you out here by yourself. As a little worm to get picked up by a bird or something.”

No you won’t.

“Shut up.”

But no, indeed you wouldn’t. Damn your soft heart. You decide to ignore him, and keep pushing through your walk, marveling at the small butterflies that have been unleashed in a torrent on the petaled population of the gardens. It was always a fun thing to do– although normally you had a walking encyclopedia of plant knowledge with you.

I thought you didn’t want me to speak.

“I still don’t.”

He gives you the mental impression of a shrug, and you roll your eyes.

By the time the end of the day comes around, he turns back into his normal form and asks if you still would love him as a worm.

You sigh, defeated, and he almost looks proud for a second.

“I still would love you as a worm.” is what you land on saying.

Which seems to be a turn from what he was expecting, given his facial expression. So you tack on: